My arms
         are  strong  enough
         to hold every fear,
                      every
         beautiful broken
                   piece
                   of you.
           I am here, not
                to make
        you feel complete,
                   but to
            complete you.
               I am not
         going anywhere,
           the only time
    I'll let go of your hand
                   is to
            grab your ***.

   I think about how far I've
            roamed and
   the things that I've seen,
          when   all   along ,
            I  was  yours.
There was so much to see
         on the way to
           your door.

      There is no path to
           happiness;
        happiness   is
            the path.
                                                           ­                                Jon York    2019